Just a bit of fun, really...

I may not have heard of you, but you've definitely heard of me. I am Mischief itself. Call me Loki. Oh, and watch your back. Falsehood has a perennial spring, and I solemnly swear I am up to no good. Meet the Unholy Trinity.

[xoxoladyloki-blog-deactivated20]

So that’s where you ran off too. I wondered…for a brief fleeting moment.

[laufeysdottir]

You know how these things go, my dear Lady. Should I have sent a postcard?

[laufeysdottir]

           Where, oh where, does time fly?

                                 I look one moment and the hourglass is full; I look the next, and it's dwindled to a single speck of sand.

     A secret, should your ears be open to hear it: time-travel is hardly all that it's cracked up to be.

[herarcreactor-blog]

Do they not have sarcasm in Asgard? Wait…you haven’t been back there in a while, have you?

[laufeysdottir]

Actually, you have the distinct honor of speaking to the first being to perfect it.

[/Besides the subtle clench of her jaw, she gives no other indication that she heard the remark about Asgard. It's not something she'll speak about with a bothersome mortal.]

[herarcreactor-blog]

Is trying to bore me to death one of your weapons? Because it’s probably been your most successful one so far.

[laufeysdottir]

Whatever works.

[herarcreactor-blog]

Your My Little Princess glow stick doesn’t work on me, so, excuse me if I don’t take your ramblings under advisement.

[laufeysdottir]

How fortunate it would be for you if that was the only weapon I had in my arsenal.

[herarcreactor-blog]

Are you sure about the whole defenestration thing? I mean it didn’t work out so well for you last time, you seem to forget I can fly.

[laufeysdottir]

That you survived was a combination of pure luck and my own rash decision-making. Were you as intelligent as you claim, you would not dismiss my threats so quickly.

[ofreddenedharvest-deactivated20]

laufeysdottir started following you

askthegbpp started following you

Greetings to you both.

[Her chin tips upwards, an inspecting eye on them both.]

What might bring ye here?

[laufeysdottir]

The constant promise of delight at your expense, of course. And, might I say-- your hair looks positively lovely. The color suits you.

[/She doesn't bother to restrain her glee... Though she does wonder how long it will take the oh-so-cunning Sif to figure out just who she's talking to.]

[herarcreactor-blog]

I really only need the alcohol if you’re gunna bitch about how everyone loves your sister more than you. I was just bored, truth be told.

[laufeysdottir]

Mention Thor one more time and I will gladly escort you out of the building in the same manner I did before.

[laufeysdottir]

herarcreactor started following you

Stark. To what do I owe the pleasure? Come to ply me with weak alcohol again to delay any attempts at subjugation?

[mightymarksman-blog]

You’re kidding, right?

[laufeysdottir]

Me? Never.

[mightymarksman-blog]

Okay, this has just entered creepy-awkward territory.

What kind of ‘gifts’?

[laufeysdottir]

[/A collar, purple and lined with rhinestones, appears in her hands, dangles on her fingertips as she holds it out to him.]

What's a pet without one of these?

[mightymarksman-blog]

Funny that you were the one who gave me that reason.

Then what do you want, Loki?

[laufeysdottir]

Details.

I come bearing gifts.

[hkafterdark]

[mightymarksman-blog]

You’re kidding me right? Goddess of Mischief? You think there might be a hint in there somewhere.

[laufeysdottir]

More astute than most, but you've got reason to be, don't you.

Rest assured, my intentions are not malevolent this time, Barton.

[laufeysdottir]

Clint: remember when you slaughtered a chicken over Clint's nekkid body

Loki: ah, yes

Loki: the good old days

[mayhemthroughmischief]

A favor or two, you’re being far too kind.

[laufeysdottir]

I'd best be careful, then. Wouldn't want it to become a habit.

[mightymarksman-blog]

… Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t think of this as a trick.

[laufeysdottir]

When is it ever?